The look on the foreman’s face said it all. I wasn’t sure what exactly we’d done wrong, but by the level of darkness on his face I knew it was something terrible.
The first thing to run through my mind was that Johnny had killed a bystander while operating the ‘dozer. I’d never been a part of that before but had heard horror stories. We took extra precaution to keep folks back, but sometimes the worst could happen.
But I heard no sirens from approaching emergency vehicles.
Then I noticed the old man walking a step behind the foreman. Tears in his eyes. I’d never seen him before. Damn, I bet he left his dog in the building. Poor mutt never had a chance.
I looked back at the crew. They were staring at me. Johnny hanging outside the bulldozer gave me a shrug. I shrugged back.
“Hey boss,” I said.
The foreman nodded. Motioned to the old man behind him. “This is Don. Owns the building we just knocked down.”
“Okay,” I said, waiting for the rest.
“Wrong building,” the foreman said.
He pointed to a brownstone adjacent to the rubble. “Supposed to knock down that one.”